Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2008-08-19 12:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2008, dean thomas, dean/harry, harry potter |
[FIC] Secrets and Confessions of Love: Harry/Dean, Others :: gift for gfeather
Title: Secrets and Confessions of Love
Author:
Recipient: gfeather
Pairing: Harry/Dean with some Ron/Seamus and Hermione/Terry Boot
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,426
Warnings: It’s slashy
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Dean finally confesses to being Harry’s secret admirer and they realize what they mean to each other.
Author's Notes: I hope you like this, gfeather. I am also a fan of unique pairings and this story has been in my head for some time. I’m glad I finally got the chance to write it. It’s definitely not very canon, and I hope it’s not too cliché ;)
All day he had waited for this. Seamus and Ron had kept Dean occupied, while Hermione and Terry Boot had kept Harry occupied. They wanted to make this night one to remember for their friends.
Harry was incredibly nervous. What if it was all a joke? Logically he knew better, but part of his mind was planting doubts in his head. He really liked Dean a lot. No, strike that; he loved Dean and wanted to tell him. Maybe he'd get the chance tonight, provided no one messed it up.
Suddenly it was time. Harry waited a few moments, took a deep breath and started down the stairs after them. He noticed all his friends, though he was searching for Dean, and did not notice that they were all staring at him.
Dean's jaw dropped when he saw his date. Harry wore black velvet robes, with green and silver trim. His glasses had been replaced by contacts, and his long hair was pulled back off of his face. He looked stunning. Dean could not keep his eyes off of him. He only hoped he looked as beautiful to Harry as Harry did to him.
Harry had a similar reaction to Dean. The taller boy was wearing robes of dark maroon, and looked absolutely wonderful. He had to restrain himself from just flinging himself into Dean's arms and kissing him. His boyfriend looked like a work of art. As their eyes met, he knew that Dean was feeling the same way.
As Harry stood in front of Dean, the awkwardness came back in the form of extreme nerves that made them both tense and unable to find words. Ron realized that this was not what everyone wanted to happen and tried to break the tension. "Let's go, guys, I'm starved!" Ron and Seamus led the group to the Great Hall, while Dean, Harry, and Neville brought up the rear.
The hall had been decorated to look like a winter wonderland, similar to the décor of the Yule Ball in their fourth year. Ice sculptures, fir trees decorated in jewel-colored ornaments, and the ceiling charmed to look like a clear winter's night.
The band was playing loud, upbeat music when they walked in. Harry and Dean could barely talk over the din – something which caused Ron to frown. He whispered to Seamus and Neville before running over to the band and whispering something to the band leader. He gave Seamus and Dean a thumbs up before returning to their little group.
The band's first number ended and they segued into a slow song. Dean realized then what Ron had done, and knew that this was his chance to start trying to make things right. He gently touched Harry's shoulder. "Will you dance with me, Harry?" He asked in almost a whisper. He smiled when Harry nodded and took Dean's outstretched hand.
They managed to find a secluded spot in the corner of the dance floor, and swayed to the music. At first, they kept a bit of distance between them. Harry kept trying not to look in Dean's eyes, but he was failing miserably. By the next slow song, their eyes were locked onto one another's, finding an unspoken understanding there.
By the third song, the rest of the room ceased to exist. They were in their own little world. Harry moved closer to Dean, and rested his head on his shoulder.
This sudden gesture startled Dean for a moment, as he was expecting Harry to still keep a reserved distance, but inside, he was overjoyed. He wrapped his arms around Harry, tingling from the contact between them, as well as the butterflies running rampant in his stomach.
They remained like that for a long while, not speaking, not paying attention to the fact that the music had changed, just focusing on one another. Neither wanted to let go, but Dean knew that they had to. "Can we go for a walk?" He asked, breaking the moment between them.
"Um, sure." Harry followed Dean into the gardens, to a small, secluded area surrounded by hedges. In the center of this little area was a fountain, lit up with rainbow-colored lights.
The two boys sat down on one of the benches close to the fountain. "What did you bring me out here for, Dean?" Harry asked warily, his defenses going up again. Now that the magic of the music and the dancing was gone, he was afraid and worried about what Dean was going to say."
"I think we really need to talk, and this seemed like as good a place as any. It's quiet and secluded, and we won't be interrupted."
"Ok, that makes sense, and yes, we probably should talk." Harry indicated for Dean to start.
Dean took a breath. "I am so sorry for not telling you sooner about the letters. I guess I agreed to it, hoping to make you feel a bit better. Though you denied it, I could tell how upset you were about Justin. You put on a good front, but I could still tell. I just wanted to help."
"Then why didn't you just come up and ask me?" Harry looked confused.
"I was afraid that you would think I was being too forward, or that I was trying to take advantage of you when you were vulnerable, but also, I didn't want to be the rebound guy."
"At that time, I probably would have suspected either, if not both had you tried to make moves on me," Harry admitted after a moment. "I would have turned you down."
"You would have?"
"I was upset and hurt at the time. I loved Justin very much, and really didn't think anyone could take his place. Nor did I want anyone to."
"I can understand and I don't blame you." Dean said quietly. "But I still feel bad about it. I thought you would be flattered."
"I was flattered by the letters. Just the thought that someone would go through such lengths for me means a lot. No one has ever done that before." He looked down at his hands. "I don't think I'm worth it, though."
"Harry, but you are worth it. At least to me." Dean swallowed nervously; he knew that he was on very tenacious ground here. "I mean what I said yesterday, Harry. I love you, and I'm willing to take whatever you give me, however much you are willing to give, even if only friendship."
"Why the kiss yesterday?"
"I don't know. Something just possessed me to kiss you. I can't explain it. I didn't mean to upset you." He was quieted as Harry put his finger to Dean's lips.
"Dean," he said slowly and carefully, "it's ok. I accept your apology. As was pointed out to me, by a very wise mutual friend, the letters are truly irrelevant, when you think about it. This relationship between us developed based on the time we were spending together in and out of class. Since I had no clue that you were the letter writer, ultimately they don't matter.
He took Dean's hand. "I've been awful to you, Dean. I reacted without thinking things through. I guess I was just shocked and surprised, and I didn't know what to think. I feel like I pushed you away, I should be the one apologizing." He paused for a minute choosing his next words carefully. "When you kissed me yesterday, I realized how much I did love you, and how much anguish I caused you. Can you forgive me?"
"Does this mean you want to be with me, Harry?"
Harry leaned forward and kissed Dean lightly. "Does that answer your question?" He asked, his green eyes sparkling.
"It does. And yes I can forgive you." Dean smiled as Harry leaned in and kissed him again, lightly nibbling on his lower lip.
Dean moaned into the kiss and pulled Harry close. His heart felt 100 times lighter than it had. He felt it was time to show Harry what he had planned, and if they stayed like that, they'd never get around to it. "Come on," Dean said, breaking the kiss, "I have something to show you." He grabbed Harry's hand and led him back inside.
"Where are we going, Dean?"
"You will see soon enough."
Damn, Harry thought to himself. I hope I can give him his present tonight, too.
Suddenly they stopped next to the Astronomy Tower. "Close your eyes." Dean said. He opened the door and led Harry in. "You can open your eyes now."
Harry gasped at the sight in front of him. A fire was started in the fireplace, and dozens of candles lit the room with a warm glow. Harry smiled inwardly as the noticed the bed, but was in awe of the scene before him. "Is..is this all for me, Dean?" He whispered as he continued to survey the room.
"Yes, Harry." Dean raised Harry's hand to his lips and softly kissed it. "This is my way of saying I'm sorry for lying to you, and that I love you with all my heart. I did this for you, this is your night."
"But, why?"
"Because I feel bad about lying to you, and because I've noticed that you always give and never receive. Tonight, you are going to receive." With that, he guided Harry towards the couch and the small table in front if it. "I made something for you." He smiled as Harry sat down on the couch, noticing the vase with white and red roses sitting between two large bowls of chocolate mousse. "What do you think, Harry? Do you like it?" Dean asked nervously.
"I don't know what to say. I'm just....wow." Harry eyes filled with tears. "Thank you, Dean."
"I have one of your Christmas presents here, I hope you like it." Dean fumbled around in his pockets and pulled out the small box that he had been keeping there. "This is just a small token of how I feel about you."
Harry slowly unwrapped the small box. He gasped as he looked upon the prize it held. "Dean...." He was interrupted by Dean's had pressed gently against his mouth. "I never got a chance to properly ask you to be mine, Harry. I am asking now."
"Open my present first, and you'll have your answer." Harry replied as he fingered the band, noticing that the engraved pattern looked very much like the one he bought. He pulled a similar box out of his pocket and handed it to Dean.
"This looks exactly like the one I bought for you." Dean's eyes lit up. "How did you know?"
"I didn't. I saw that one and felt like I had to buy it. I had no idea that it was part of a set." Harry giggled. "That is one hell of a coincidence isn't it?"
"It is indeed." Dean smiled. "Does that mean that the answer is yes?"
"Yes. Just as these rings are a matched set, I think we are too." Harry leaned over to kiss Dean. "I have another present for you, but it can wait until after we eat that chocolate mousse."
Dean picked up a spoonful of the mousse and fed it to Harry, who moaned appreciatively. "This is absolutely heavenly, Dean. Did you make this?"
"I did."
"Wow, this is incredible." Harry picked up his own spoon and fed some to Dean, who smiled and gave Harry a deep, chocolate-flavored kiss.
Harry smiled as they continued to feed each other large spoonfuls of the dessert, giggling and exchanging kisses between mouthfuls. When both bowls were empty, Dean looked at Harry. "You have a bit of chocolate on your face." He leaned forward and gently licked the chocolate off of his boyfriends face before capturing his lips in another deep kiss.
"You said you had another present for me." Dean said as they parted.
Harry blushed and buried his head against Dean's chest. He was trembling slightly, and unable to look Dean in the face.
"Harry, are you ok? Did I say something wrong?" Dean sounded worried and concerned.
"Nothing is wrong, love. It's just that this is a rather personal gift, and it's not easy for me to tell you what it is."
"Can you show me?"
Harry took a deep breath, and drew back slightly from Dean's arms. "I want you to make love to me, Dean. I want to give myself to you."
"Now I'm the one who doesn't know what to say." Dean's heart was racing as the thought of them *naked* on the bed making love, just as in his dreams, flashed through his mind, causing his blood to rush to certain parts of his body. This was what he wanted, to be able to belong to Harry, and vice versa.
"Are you sure, Harry? I don't want you to do this because you feel obligated--"
"Dean, I *want* this. I want you. I've not been this sure about anything in a long time."
"I just want you to be sure. I've wanted you, dreamed of this for so long, that once we've started, I don't know that I could stop."
"I am sure, Dean." Harry felt his own pulse racing, and his slacks suddenly felt tighter.
"Harry." Dean's voice became huskier and deeper as he pulled his soon-to-be lover into his lap and kissed him hungrily.
Harry responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around Dean running his hands up and down that firm back, pulling him closer. "I think it's a bit warm in here," he murmured as he pulled away and began unfastening his robes.
"Let me, Harry. Stand up." Dean smiled seductively, "It's easier this way." He ran his hands up and down Harry's arm. He kissed his lover gently as he pushed the soft velvet off of Harry's shoulders, causing them to puddle at his feet. He then started on Harry's shirt, relishing the feel of the silk under his fingertips. He worked slowly, stopping to feel each bit of flesh that was revealed.
The shirt finally fell to the floor joining the robe as their lips met again. Harry felt himself trembling with desire as Dean's soft hands slid over his flesh. The urge to push Dean onto the couch and take him was overwhelming. The only thing that kept him from doing just that was the fact that *he* wanted to go slow.
He moaned again as his lover's hands began to roam down his back, lingering on his arse. "You realize, Dean, that you are still dressed."
"And what, pray tell, are you going to do about it?" Dean said, teasing him.
Without answering him, Harry began to remove Dean's robes and shirt, making quick work of each garment. He stepped back and nodded approvingly. "That's much better, wouldn't you say?" He smiled.
The two surveyed each other in awe and admiration, as if they had never seen each other before. Slowly they embraced once again, their bare chests rubbing together, nipples hardening at the contact. Looking at each other again, their lips crashed together, and their tongues dueled fiercely. "It's still too warm in here, Dean said breathlessly as he began kissing Harry's jaw, and cheeks. "I think we still have too many clothes on."
"Indeed." Harry slowly removed his pants, giving Dean a bit of a striptease. Dean followed suit, and soon the two were clad only in their boxers.
At that point, Dean pretty much lost control. He scooped Harry into his arms and carried him to the bed. He set him down gently and crawled next to him.
Almost reverently, Dean traced the contours of Harry's face with his fingers. He wanted to memorize each feature of the beautiful boy next to him. "You are so beautiful, Harry," he whispered.
Harry just moaned at the contact as he took one of Dean's fingers in his mouth, and suckled it gently. This elicited a moan from Dean. His erection strained against his silk boxers, a wet spot appearing on the soft fabric.
Dean kissed Harry's jaw line once more and slowly worked his way down to Harry's neck, lightly nibbling and sucking on the skin where his neck met his shoulder, leaving a small mark. His hands grazed Harry's chest, pulling at his already taut nipples. Slowly, his mouth followed his hands, leaving a burning trail of kisses down Harry's body. He took each nipple between his teeth, and sucked lightly on each, knowing that it made Harry writhe.
Harry tried to touch his lover, tried to reach for him, but Dean would not let him. "This is all about you, love," he whispered. "Just relax, and enjoy this." He slid up Harry's body and kissed him once more before resuming his explorations.
Harry felt his body tingle as Dean made his way downward. He closed his eyes and saw flashing colors and stars as he felt Dean kiss his navel, and the taut skin of his abdomen. He moaned softly. "Gods, Dean, don't stop. Please...." his voice trailed off as Dean reached the top of his shorts.
Hearing his lover, watching him react made Dean nearly come himself. He had intended to drag things out longer, but knew that he wouldn't last much longer. The sight of Harry's flushed face and glazed-over green eyes were more beautiful than he could ever imagine.
He traced the outline of Harry's cock through the heated silk. He planted kisses against the fabric, causing Harry to buck his hips. Slowly, and carefully, he removed Harry's shorts with his teeth, pulling them past his thighs before pushing them to the ground. He stared for a moment at his lover's fairly large erection. "So beautiful," he whispered. As he moved towards it, he heard a soft whisper. "Touch me, Dean."
It took no more prompting for Dean to take the tip of Harry's cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head, tasting Harry. His hand began to move up and down the hard shaft. He began to lick at it as if it were an ice cream cone, making Harry cry out.
He knew that he had to have Harry soon, or else he *would* lose control. He removed his mouth from Harry's cock and met his lover's eyes.
"Why did you stop?"
"I don't know if I can hold back much longer, love. I need to feel you around me; I need to be inside you."
"I'm yours, Dean. Take me."
Dean mumbled something, and a small bottle appeared in his hand. He set it down and removed his own boxers. To Harry, Dean looked like a god, standing there in front of the fire, an orange glow to his skin. "*You* are the beautiful one, Dean. Simply amazing."
Dean got back on the bed and kissed Harry. He slid himself down Harry's body one more time, covering him in kisses. He put the lubricant on his hands and his cock.
Harry gasped as one long finger entered him. It felt absolutely incredible, even better as a second finger joined the first, and slowly moved inside him. Harry began wriggling. "Now, Dean...please..." He whispered. He saw the smile on Dean's face as his lover took his legs and placed them against him, and then felt his cock probing his tight entrance. He nearly came as he felt his lover enter him for the first time.
Harry was so incredible tight around him, Dean noticed as he began to move slowly inside his lover, watching Harry's reactions to make sure he was enjoying it.
Harry was in heaven. Dean felt good inside him. It had never felt this good with Justin. "More..." was about all he was able to say.
Dean began to move faster, and at the same time, began to stroke Harry in time to his thrusting. Both boys were beyond speechless, reduced to whimpers and moans as they felt sensations unlike anything either had experienced before.
Their eyes met as Dean moved faster, bringing them both deliciously close to the brink, until finally; they came screaming each other's name.
Dean was in a state of euphoria as he slowly withdrew from Harry and lay down next to him. "That was beyond incredible, love." He said as he kissed Harry's face. "Thank you for the most precious and incredible gift I could have ever received."
They kissed and cuddled until sleep overtook them. "I love you, Dean."
Harry whispered.
"I love you, too, Harry."